1. Abernethy


    Date: 8/20/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Tuppie, Source: LushStories

    Chapter One: By the time I was sixteen, it was clear to one and all, that I would live my life as a gay man. I was not effeminate. I simply refused to play the pretense game that so many unfortunate souls had to conform to. Luckily, my parents were very laid back, and non-prescriptive. When I eventually outed myself, it was a total non-event. I had never had proper sex at that age, but knew what did, and did not turn me on. I was attracted to boys, simple as that. Other than my sexual orientation, I lived life as any other boy would. I had no inclination to dress as a woman, and also like sports as much as the next guy. I was equally comfortable discussing plant varieties, or paging through décor magazines. I excelled at art in high school, and wanted to become an artist. Sculpture particularly interested me. After high school, I enrolled at an art college. At the end of my first year, before I turned nineteen, I met Paul who became my first lover. He was suave and sophisticated, and in his mid-twenties. Paul held a managerial position at a company that sold housewares. He had a lovely apartment and after six months, I moved in with him. My parents were totally cool with the arrangement. Sex was great with Paul, and I believed that I could not be happier. Fortunately, Paul got on very well with my parents, and our get-togethers were always very enjoyable. Life proceeded as normal, and one and a half years later I graduated, from college. Paul was often away from home, because ...
    ... of his work, and this afforded me a lot of time to dedicate to my sculptures. After six months as a full time artist, my work started being noticed. Not only was I starting to make a living, but I was also creating quite a name for myself. Unfortunately, my personal life took a turn for the worse at this point, when I discovered that Paul was having an affair. A friend of mine alerted me to the fact, and after minor investigation I found it to be true. My dad assisted me obtaining alternative accommodation. Without Paul knowing, I moved out. Upon his arrival home one evening, he found my note, explaining all that needed to be said. He tried to contact me, but I simply cut him dead. For the next three months, I worked my backside off preparing for a solo exhibition, which turned out to be a huge success. Paul attended the opening night. When he congratulated me, I thank him before summarily moving off, to mingle with the other guests. I saw him leaving sheepishly, ten minutes later. There was no doubt that he had finally got the message. It is strange how the truth always outs, as I discovered that Paul had often been unfaithful, during our relationship. Fortunately, after blood tests I was relieved to find that I hadn’t been positively infected by his promiscuity. Upon reflection, I also realized that he had been; all sizzle with very little substance. To cheer my good fortune, I decided to visit a gay bar the following Saturday evening. Having never been to a club or bar, I ...
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